Thursday, September 14, 2006
Ok... I can't stop talking about this pageant crap
So I was looking around that site, with the pictures of all those poor children and babies. Kelly even commented that they just don't look real, that they look like porcelain dolls.
I can't even understand what this world is like, and I am sure that they have their own worlds i which they live. I know I do.
But linking out off of that main site that I linked to in the below post, I found this excerpt.
WOW!! Where do I begin?? My first glitz pageant and Mini Supreme. I had so
much fun I cannot wait to do another one. Thank you Miss Beverly your pageant
was a blast. I LOVE my new Husky from Stuff Happens I took him home and slept
with him the same night. And OH MY GOODNESS what a beautiful crown butterflies
are my favorite. Congrats to everyone at the pageant! Everyone did an awesome
job and looked BEAUTIFUL on and off stage. I had fun playing with all you girls.
I hope we get to do it again soon. My favorite was plaing outside after the
pageant in the sand and seeing the lil lizard you girls caught. Miss Alisha
thank you for my beautiful hair and make-up I cannot wait to do it again. You
are the best and I am sooo happy to be a TKO!!! Thank you for putting on my lips
so many many times, I will try and not eat my lips when you put it on next time.
TEEHEE!! Thank you to my BIG SIS Trinity & my best buddy Sydney for playing
with me and cheering me on on stage. I had a blast at your Birthday party Sydney
playing in the sand and catching the Lizzy the Lizzard and the cake was
WONDERFUL!! YUMMY YUMMY! Thank you Miss Heather for my AWESOME COMP CARD. You work really well under pressure. LOL I will make sure to send my next one to you at the last minute so It is just as good. HEHEHE
Lastly the Biggest thanks of all goes to Larlo (AKA Marlo). You are so silly. I just LOVE to say your name. TEEHEE! Thank you for helping with my hair and make-up. And putting on my lip gloss so many, many times before I went on stage. You were there everytime I went on stage to make sure I would laugh and giggle. You help my Mommy so much and we are so happy you are a part of our lives. We love you guys so much!!
Thank You!XOXOXOXLove Nakayla Jolee Gray
Ok.... do you know how old Nakayla is? Well, she looks to be about three years old.
Do you really think she said ALL that?
Thank you for my COMP CARD? Seriously. If you are going to write a message from your kid, don't you think it should be in three-year old speak?
I think the message should have sounded a little more like this:
Mommy, I want to play like all the normal kids my age do. I want to dig in the sandbox, and swing on the swings. I want to realize MY dream of riding a tricycle. I want to eat sundaes and catch butterflies. I want to tan the natural way by swimming in the pool. I want to run after the ice cream man. I hate that dress, I look like I am 23 years old, and I don't like how scratchy that wig makes my head feel.
Oh no. I'm sorry. That is what I would LIKE Nakayla to say.
Actually, if she were allowed to speak for herself, what would she say?
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.
The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.
The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.
The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.
Gag me with a wig.... seriously!
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